Page 87 of Not Safe For Work
“Then no one else will touch you, or I’ll break their arm.”
“But then, why go? Isn’t that the point?”
“Not at all. The parties are fun even if you don’t share. I have quite a few friends in the community. And I like to watch people. That’s one of the things I love about bondage—the visual—so I guess I’m a bit of a voyeur.”
“Are you”—he swallowed—“an exhibitionist?”
“I can be. If the person I’m with doesn’t mind being watched.”
“It’s something I’ve never done, believe it or not.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “One of the few kinky partners I ever had wasn’t big on letting other people see me, let alone see me playing.”
“Possessive?”
“Just a bit. And the others…” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess they weren’t into parties.” He searched my eyes. “How much do you like that sort of thing?”
“Are you asking if it’s something I need?”
“Well…” He paused. “I guess? Maybe I should ask, if it’s not something I want to do, is that a deal-breaker?”
“Absolutely not.” I caressed his cheek, my fingertips hissing across his five-o’clock shadow. “I’ll tell you right now, there are no deal-breakers. If you don’t want to do something, we won’t. End of story.”
He held my gaze again and slowly smiled. Without a word, he lifted his head and kissed me. As he sank back down to the pillow, though, he said, “I’m not completely opposed. I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.” I smiled back. “We can do plenty on our own. The parties are just something different. But only if you want to.”
“We’ll see.” He trailed his fingers up my arm. “For now, I think you’re all I can handle.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
His grin answered even before he whispered, “It’s a very good thing.”
“Then I don’t care if we go to parties or if I just tie you up downstairs.” I draped my arm over him, pressing against him and just enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. “No pressure.”
Rick nodded. “No pressure.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Stay here tonight?”
“Will you fuck me again if I do?”
“Neither of us will be able to move tomorrow.”
“Don’t care about tomorrow.” He ran featherlight fingertips down my chest. “Just care about tonight.”
“Mmhmm. And you’re getting awfully demanding for a submissive.”
His hand froze.
“Might have to punish you for that.”
He swallowed. “Punish me, how?”
“Well…” I slid my hand beneath the covers, toward his cock. “I’ll just have to make you work for the good, hard fucking I know you want.”
He licked his lips. “Anything.”
“So willing.” I teased his erection with the pad of my thumb. “I think this is going to be a long night.”
He held my gaze, and his eyes asked, loud and clear, “Promise?”
Oh yes.
I kissed him again, pushing his lips apart with my tongue.
I promise.
